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HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott, Quavo - Moon Rock (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Engineer
Vinylz
Vinylz
Producer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Additional Producer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Meeboob
Meeboob
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Engineer

Lyrics

Been poppin' Foldin' this money, can't make a knot How not? High on moon rock Y'all still locked, uh After 12, we hit the gate and flood the spot, uh Six of them are thots No lights, this ice, it blinds Clothes hit the mall, we buy the whole thing Big gas, it's lit, propane One hit, one touch, La Flame Know that you niggas never liked me Know that you niggas sit beside me, tryna slide on my sidepiece Tint all through the whip, I hope it can hide me Tip all of the bitches, I don't want no funny business Don't want them to try me They wanna slide in my IV Ran 12 red lights, 12 behind me Paparazzi flashes wanna deprive me Hypnotized, I cannot let it blindside me, no I'ma live and die by my Migos Why I'm startin' to dance, what in the hell did you hand me? Took all of my niggas off Xans, all of my bitches on Plan B Been poppin' Foldin' this money, can't make a knot How not? High on moon rock Y'all still locked, uh After 12, we hit the gate and flood the spot, uh Six of them are thots (Woo!) 6:00 a.m. these thots (Thots), 6:00 a.m. my watch (Watch) She got that red dot (Woo!), kick her out the spot (Gone) I pay my bills in cash, cash, cash, cash, cash (Cash) Run it up, you do the math, math, math, math, math (Run it) NawfSide, have them Migos serve you slabs, slabs (Brrr) Runnin' to that money, you can see it in my calves (Hoo) Huncho, Huncho, Jack, we get that pack then hire staff (Huncho) You want your bitch can't get her back, oh yeah, it made me laugh (Yeah) I've been geeked all week (Geeked), pourin' drank to sleep (Yeah) AP wet, it leak (AP), Huncho don't need keys (Huncho) Press one button, they bleed (Blood), ain't no dodgin' me (Nope) Ain't no flaugin' me (Nope), you owe, pay your fees (Owe) I was taught to break it down and serve 'em all (Serve 'em all) Now I'm fishtailin' out the mall (Skrrt! Skrrt!) Heard we got that bag, so tell 'em all (Tell 'em all) Oh, yeah, tell 'em all
Writer(s): Anderson Hernandez, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Jacques Webster, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Allen Raphael Ritter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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